It just came to my attention... The 1998 movie 'City of Angels' has a character named Cassiel. Who happens to be an angel, and after wiki-ing the name it turns out

(From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia)

Cassiel is the Latin name of an angel in post-biblical Judeo-Christian religion, particularly that of the Kabbalah. Unlike many other angels, Cassiel is known for simply watching the events of the cosmos unfold with little interference. He is the angel of solitude and tears, and is said to preside over the deaths of kings. He is often included in lists as being one of the seven archangels and often associated with the Seventh Heaven.

So before, I really dorked out and had to check my idea, I went hmmmm, Cassiel = Castiel?

In season four of the American television series Supernatural, Misha Collins stars as Castiel, an angel, who, in the spirit of Cassiel, rarely interferes and prefers to let things take their natural course.

*Smiles* You figure out something new to be dorky about every day, don'tcha?

This all stemmed off the youtube comments:

Deep0cean14 (24 minutes ago): City of Angels is one of the best films ever done. It is really beautiful. You should watch it someday ;D

And the song is really nice too. (L)
They got it right :')

themusicofzavvi (1 hour ago) : Correct, it was out 11 years ago on the City of Angels soundtrack. It's an old song.

Goodbye, green-green-grass, I assume the next time we meet it shall be Spring and you shall be yellow and mushy.

Ah, well you see now I have to go back in and few minor details like the fact her eyes don't match. No not color wise, but the depth. And the fact it lacks color. And I got it done on your birthday too! Well, in my time zone at least.

Anyways deary, you have been one of the coolest most reliable people in my life for quiet a while now and supportive too! You've got an imagination that people can only wish they had and such a modest personality if you aren't attracting people to you like flys where you live I officially invite you to come live in Alaska with me. (Though the culture shock may kill you first... Tropics to semi-arctic winters....?)

In times of trouble I don't go, WWJD (What would jesus do) or WWBMD (What would batman do), even when under vampire seige I don't go WWBtVSD (What would Buffy the vampire slayer do?). Nooooo-oope, WWWD (What would Wernie do?)

You are someone I am proud to be friends with and just plain KNOW. 'Cause girl?

You. Kick. Bum.

Period.

Much love from alaska, Erin.

I almost always speak up, especially if the person is someone I know well enough to know they aren't "Just Kidding." Because after you confront someone that's what they say-- "Haha, just kidding." or "I didn't mean it like that." or -Even Worse- "Why do you care? It's just words." But it's not, words are how we express to the rest of humanity what type of person we are and ineloquent ways of speaking just show how small minded a person is.

I'm not gay or bi and I'm one of those kids who got a little Korean mixed in their Irish/German-heavy kid genetic pool so to say it is directed at me would be a lie, but it's like a fart. It stinks and everyone else has to smell it, so do the considerate thing if you can't hold it in, don't let it loose and giggle afterwards.

I generally don't become close to the people who think saying offensive things means nothing.

Oh baby I have been here before
I've seen this room and I've walked this floor
You know I used to live alone before I knew you
And I've seen your flag on the marble arch
And love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

Thinking of writing a wintery story, due to the above song and this awesome story: http://shea.livejournal.com/69706.html

Also I recently discovered something specifically crazy about myself. I know exactly what sort of thing I would love to do after I graduate from highschool, before I pack up for college, during and after college.

I want to roadtrip and document. Something.

What exactly it is I don't know, currently I want to try lightening stalking but last week it was tornados so who knows what it'll be next.... NaNoWriMo starts in eight days!!! So excited!

Just know I will probably post something pretty soon because of this song:

Well maybe there is a God above
But all I've ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you
And it's not a cry you that hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

*Smiles triumphantly*

I figured out how to do cuts.

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Saw Harry Potter last night, hooked on the the songs 'In Noctem' and 'Harry & Hermione'. And that last one surprisingly enough has nothing to do with the fact I used to be a HHr shipper.

Happy Birthday Harry Potter.

Title: Dearly Beloved (Part 3/?)
Category: Crossover, Danny Phantom, Kingdom Hearts
Rating: Young teens+
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but this vaguely familure plotline-- No characters-- recognazable or not-- belong to me, that goes for just about everthing else as well.

Summary: After a mystrious force attacks his home world Danny is thrown head over heels into a strange world with faulty ghost powers, and out of control cryokinesis.

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Ah, well you see, 'F***ing' isn't really a requiered prefix when added to 'toy poodle', but I think you applied the theory well in accordence to 'poodle that dooped on the couch'.

So today my couch decided to be evil and bite me when I leapt over the armrest from a run that started down the hall way. Most would call couches soft friendly beings that cushion your tush in the best ways imaginable but mine can be very unforgiving, much like tinfoil, to those wishing to sit on it.

I mean, it's not like we've ever been particularly kind to it, what with putting staples in it so it doesn't fall apart due to our rough housing. We've lost to beds that way...

So there I am... Puttering around the house when I realize: 'Hey, I'm bleeding!', and being the brilliant one I am decided to put that off a little longer and eat a sandwich... unload the dishwasher-- we need a new one FYI, this one we have now isn't really helpful and I now understand why my parents were so angry with e for emptying an entire bowl of pudding into it.

So around that time I decide: 'Okay, maybe now I should do something about this...' 'cause ya know, it'd suck if it got infected, or something.

So I stand there in the bathroom and try to figure out the best way to go about it, it's not so much a big nasty gash in the back of my calve so much as a two inch scratch that's frustratingly stingy.

So- and this is where I really appreciate my parents for putting me in ballet at such an early stage in my life- I pull of my sock, hike up my leg and put my foot in the sink.

See one thing I hate about peroxide is that you can tell when it's working and when it's not, so I poured some over it-- and mind you this is all with my foot in the sink-- I reach down and open the cupboard in search of Band-Aids.

Interesting little fact you might not have known, Band-Aid is a name brand and the proper terminology is Adhesive Bandage.

--But we only had this little box with the words "Sparkle Brand" up in the right hand corner and the words /20/ (crossed out) 30 Disinfected only there were some 40+ squeezed in there and I'm not walking around with that on my leg if I have a choice anyways.

I looked in the medicine cubby, and eventually I found some respectable Spongebob Squarepants ones, only they were the kind that work well for paper cuts, but not much else. So eventually I get around to the very back and find the perfect one, but really the point of this all is.

What's in your bathroom cubby? I was just curious, mine filled with all kinds of stuff from cold and flu season, and stuff from my mom's past pregnancies.

Mind, the last one was about nine years ago.

Wernie- I got Sesame Oil!!! Lack of eggs in the house (Mom insists I leave at least four in the fridge at all times in case... I dunno we need to beat back an eggsucking monster.)

Will post a picture as soon as I can find the camera.

So I was thinkin', you see I recently started writing a bit for Dearly Beloved that KH/DP crossover I started back in middleschool, and I was thinking I'd start it up again with a diffrent lead, because the point where I left it, it could have gone twisting in any direction.... So new plan?

TUCKER BECOMES A HERO!

Ha, eat that.

And I've got a small list of forced oneshots I'm churning out. Anyone heard of OoFuri? Well... I've got two coming one that's AbeMiha, the obvious pairing that really just borders on being canon, and HamaMiha, my own little cracktastic thought bubble that the fangal's might just kill me for-- breaking up two pairings for the price of one... ohohoh...

Yay, last post as a fifteen-year old!

A mild update to the moment- Standerdized testing was entertaining enough, Jr. Olympics was great, my hundred breast dropped a second each time I swam it, so it went 1:16 on the relay, 1:15 at prelims amd finally 1:14 for consoles. Funstuff, made a best time ever and am currently two seconds away from breaking the team record. Woot-woot!

Now here's the current.

I feel very let down by myself at the moment, I feel bad for ranting at one of the lifeguards, he's a very nice boy who I love talking with and feel bad for just talking so much about my whiny teenage crap.

But right now I need to say something... It's driving me nuts. I'm very open about an opinion I have on Gay Rights, I will NEVER see eye to eye with some one who thinks being gay is wrong, and I'm frequently put out by the fact so many people I know are against it.

Way is this coming out now? Simple, the Day of Silence was hosted the highschool I go to for my morning classes. For those of you who don't know what that is-- well I can't explain it entirely because I don't know it in the full, but people who support gay rights remain silent all day....

I myself held a moment of silence but I can't be quiet all day, I just can't. I need to ask the teachers questions, plus I had signed up for something in my nonexsistant third hour.

That's where my problem comes to call... There's this boy who made everything uncomfurtable and akward for me at one of the school dances, he kept getting WAAAAA-AAAAY too close while we were dancing and I was attempting to flirt with this boy I like VERY VERY much, Adam.

And when my friend told the guy I was clearly not interested, he doubled his efforts, and I have to say I was not impressed. He mouthed the lyrics of one of the songs at me and I kind of... cringed....

Honestly, I think it's great you find me 'So Beautiful,' but I'd rather have you really like me for me, not my face nor my ass. }:( Plus I am putting out all the signs of 'I'm really not interested' and you keep scootching closer and asking me why I'm doing that.

So, later on I was talking to this girl I adore, she's a senior and such a great gal to talk with, she agreed he should have backed off. Months later he tells her last minute he doesn't want to go to prom with her. But they do anyways. She ended up having a better time dancing with her friends.

Now, yesterday was the day of silence... and until third period I had yet to run into anyone who openly protested the protest. Until then I didn't have a solid reason to really dislike him.

I'm not an idiot, I know at least three people in my first to classes were uncomfurtable by it all, but they didn't say anything, so I didn't say anything.

I wasn't asked about my views until that moment. I'm not going to get prechy or anything, there are too many of that sort out there.

Or not enough.

But I told him I fully supported what our mutal friends were doing, and he had the gall to try and give his ass an execuse.

I'm sorry he were raised in a house where a book told him what to think, very sorry. I find his views dispicable. It's not a choice, if love and hate were a switch as simple as that I would tell myself not to hate him as a person.

Should I be glad I didn't tell him that? I'm not. I wish I'd slapped him across the face, more for dramatic purposes. I know my strength. I could have definitly broken his nose.

Danny Phantom Fanart and:




Not short hair and shaggy Katherine! And noncanon girl clothes wearing too!! 8D

You Scored as Freyja You are Freyja! You are a the mother of Baldr, and the most loving and compassionate God. You are very spiritiual and caring. Freyja 60% Tyr 58% Odin 58% Thor 53% Baldr 48% Loki 30%

Haha, Frigga rules. ^////^

Interestingly enough, the more I hear cussing from the kids in school the less need I feel to use bad language.

I think the the more I cuss the less meaning it's going to hold, therefore I'm going to clean it up that last little bit and cut it out. (Mind I don't swear in school ((Never in school)), in public or at home much at all anymore.)

Why have speech lose all meaning when I need it?

On another note I have a building theory on writing I need to work at. It's always irritated me when a story is loaded with characters that are plot devices, but it urks me ten fold when the writer tells you the character is something insted of letting it play out on it's on note.

It's different when a character is describing another character but when it comes to it action and dialouge you can tell a lot more with the actions and simply alluding to something with out killing it through dialouge.

Recently when I was writing something I really had to ask myself-- 'Hey, am I talking too much here? It's not really showing anything, I'm just spouting off what I think not what the characters are doing and feeling, where's the reaction? No one would want to read that load of---*backspacebackspace*' Because- I really don't know, when I'm writing I'm thinking in audio and film (If that makes any sense) what I'm writing will sometimes not match up and I'll skip something important if I keep at it.

"What's in my head and what's on the paper aren't matching up." Has anyone else felt/thought/said that when they reread something? I'm sure they have. ((That or I am REALLY special-- sorry-- 'speshul'))

I feel really proud of myself for figuring that out on my own, because I've NEVER been taught in a formal classroom how to write. Homeschooling and what-not, really it was more like unschooling I think because I don't think I really did anything from third grade to eighth.

--RAMBLE RAMBLE RAMBLE.

I-- really use 'I' too much don't I, still-- just needed to post this and get it out there because I don't know everything, I don't know if anyone ever questions their writing but I'd like to hear an opinion on it...

Hey, can maturity takes a major toll on the writing as well? -- heavy emphasis on 'major', I noticed that too. Everyone wants their characterse to be special, noticable and outstanding... but the more you push at it the less it shows.... maybe? Maybe that's just the way some humans work, they want to be the hero, the intellect, the ultimatum.

But... if you roll that into a character give it 'life'... what does that leave you with? A marysue?

Some of the characters that have been with me, they've been change right along with me-- how they think/feel depends on what I'm feeling and how much I want-- that just seems self absorbed. True characters-- they're almost like people-- change and flex and bend but they-- for the most part-- always snap back, consistantly inconsistant, in a way. But never would they go against something with out a damn good reason.

I dunno, slow devlopement is better then an instantious switch....

Gah ramble, ramble, ramble...

And Wernie you think you ramble?! That was half an hour of me just having diarria of the brain!

^ You will know why ^

Darn it Wernie! I knews it!! For your future crime, I command you to do this meme as well.

Mmmmmm, sorry to my 'Massive amount of viewers' out there, I haven't updated this thing in a while, now have I?

Well, NanoWriMo was a failure. I'll try again next year, no more on the subject.

Through sheer procrastination and tape, I have begun to make.... Chocobos. Scaled down to desk lamb sized mind but.... Yeah, no life, what so ever. I'll post pictures when I'm done....

Signed up and thinking as I type, I'm really excited for it this year... Did it last year but I didn't finish.... http://www.nanowrimo.org/eng/user/260787 my link for those who want it.

Seven days till the first. ^____^

*Laughs* Okay so I've desided to update this thing and post some old work of mine, please do comment on it and tell me what you think, It's about a year old...
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